"How does it taste?"

Seeing that Aowo ate so deliciously, he had exhausted six or seven cans of carbonated drinks alone, Zuo Si finally couldn't help but ask.

He wondered if the other party's body, which looked like swollen skin and rotten flesh that had been soaked in water for an unknown amount of time, could really taste the taste, digest and absorb it like a real living body, produce various hormones, and bring pleasure and satisfaction.

"Pretty good! I like the sparkling water the most, and these magic beans, each with a very different taste. ”

Ovo burped loudly, patted his big round belly and sagged it, and a smile appeared on his face.

The reason why he described it this way is because the muscles on his face are so loose.

Coupled with the fact that the skin was so white and puffy that it was impossible to laugh normally like a living person.

And this guy exudes a kind of self-cooked smell all over his body.

Whether it was going to the magic refrigerator to get snacks and drinks without permission, or the bold eating appearance, it looked quite relaxed, without the nervousness and vigilance that ordinary spellcasters should have when entering other people's mage towers.

After all, walking into a stranger's mage tower is equivalent to putting yourself in a very dangerous state.

If a conflict or even a battle breaks out, it will be almost 100 percent at an overwhelming absolute disadvantage.

However, Ovo clearly did not need to worry about being killed.

Because he had long regarded the continuation of life and existence as a top priority, he invented the legendary magic - Ovo Lifebox Shatterer and Owo Soul Shatterer, and then repeatedly cast them on his lifebox until it split into more than two hundred pieces.

This was followed by a constant shield of prophecy detection spells on each piece, ensuring that no one could locate the fragments of the lifebox.

Eventually, they will be scattered and thrown to all corners of the planet Torrell, as well as other outer planes and material planes.

Whoever kills him first needs to gather all the lifebox fragments.

Even for gods, it may not be easy to find so many fragments of the life box.

Even if Owo himself does not interfere and does not continue to increase the number of fragments, it is estimated that it will have to be hundreds or even thousands of years.

It is estimated that if Voldemort learned this spell, Dumbledore was afraid that he would not go crazy on the spot, and then directly blackened and made a Horcrux to make himself immortal, and fell in love with each other until the end of time.

Undoubtedly, of the several "elders" of Nesser, Owo is definitely the friendliest, most harmless, and most suitable for communication and exchange.

Although he is a fat house lich himself, he is passionate about apprenticeship and education.

Including the Uscat Spell Academy, which has been reduced to ruins near Belgost, the Brill Arcane School, which also failed due to mismanagement at Baldur's Gate, and the Black Hand Brotherhood in Esko Point, were all established under his covert control and funding.

Owo also generously offered knowledge and assistance to young people who were clearly of Nesser's bloodline and showed great talent in the arcane, even teaching them the magical knowledge, traditions, and culture of the Nessera himself.

Of course, the real purpose behind all these actions is, of course, to revive and recreate the great Nessera civilization.

In contrast to the puppets in Netherworld, who had fallen under the skirt of the goddess of the night, Shar, Owo was the Grand Arcanist who had truly inherited the spirit of Nessryl.

He did not believe in any god in his life, and he did not have the slightest contact or cooperation with the church of the gods.

Even for the goddess of magic who controls the magic web, only a minimum level of respect is maintained.

In private, he is still trying to circumvent the ban set by the second generation of magic goddesses, and cast those tenth, eleventh and even more advanced spells that exceed the nine rings.

It is also rumored that this guy is trying to create a new legendary spell that can be used to craft the lost [Core of Mithera].

Of course, as for how true it is, only he and Midnight, the goddess of magic, know best.

However, Zuo Si, who had already read several pages of the Nesseril Scroll, knew very well that if the magic net above the nine rings was not opened, then theoretically there would be no way to create the [Core of Mythera] in Faeron.

Because the most critical spells needed to make this magic device are all Ten Rings and Eleven Rings.

Thinking of this, he casually picked up an unopened can of juice drink on the table, opened it, raised his head and took a sip, before sitting down and asking quietly, "You came all the way from the lair of the Supreme Forest, maybe just to come to me to taste the taste of food and drink from other worlds?" ”

"Hahahaha!

No, of course not.

In fact, these fun little snacks are all unexpected surprises.

Although I have long heard that you are a traveling mage who can travel between worlds at will, I still have some suspicions until I confirm it with my own eyes.

But now I believe it.

After all, the packaging of these snacks and drinks and the text on them all prove that they come from another world.

In particular, the candies and beans with magical effects are really full of whimsy.

I guess this world must be peaceful, and there are no such frequent and fierce battles as in the continent of Faeron.

Otherwise, the caster would never use his ingenuity in such a place. ”

Owo grinned and let out a slightly harsh laugh, and the flesh on his body trembled with laughter.

"Peace?"

Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "How is it possible!"

The essence of human nature is selfishness.

How can groups and societies derived from this nature be peaceful?

It's just that those countries with stronger power transfer their contradictions to relatively weak countries in order to maintain their own peace and development.

The two world wars fought in recent history alone have resulted in hundreds of millions of direct and indirect deaths.

Even now, many countries are still at war, and hundreds of thousands, millions of lives, are consumed by chaos, hunger and pain every year.

The only difference is that powerful countries don't take huge risks to go to war.

Instead, they use third-party countries as battlegrounds, and then prop up their own proxies and use them to compete for resources and expand their spheres of influence.

So their citizens can live in a peaceful environment with relatively abundant resources. ”

"Proxy wars? Sounds like a lot of fun......"

Ovo's eyes flashed with intense curiosity.

As an undead lich, he clearly has nothing to do with goodness.

I don't care about the lives of ordinary people.

There's even a little bit of paranoia.

When it comes to war and killing, this guy, like Duncan, has his own twisted philosophy and values.

"yes. It's a fun game for the strong, but it's a real disaster for the weak. Zuo Si sighed slightly.

Owo shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively: "You and I are both strong, why should we consider the problem from the perspective of the weak?"

In the days of Nessreel, the Grand Arcanists had discussed this.

The end result is that, with the exception of those with arcane magical talents, the rest of the commoners and slaves are essentially renewable resources and consumables.

They did not play a key role in the advancement of magic and civilization, and even dragged it down to a certain extent.

If you don't need to sift through a large number of babies to raise an Arcanist, you can replace them with constructors or necromantic creatures. ”

"What do you mean...... The ideal realm of the Great Arcanists of the Nexera era was to abandon the commoners altogether, leaving them to fend for themselves, leaving only the Arcanists and those with arcane talents to their apprentices? ”

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"That's right!"

Ovo replied in the affirmative without thinking, and touched his fat chin and explained, "In my opinion, only by completely freeing themselves from the meaningless civilians can the arcanists break the double confinement of mind and physiology, and promote themselves to higher beings, and even collectively become a member of the gods.

I chose to study the mysteries of necromantic magic in order to one day make the Arcanist an immortal race, and to ensure that the offspring I give birth to are also Arcanists.

In this way, Nessera will enter a new phase.

It's a pity that this grand plan has only just taken the first step, and Karthus, the idiot, has ruined everything.

Over the years, I have been looking for ways to spread the knowledge, culture and ideas of Nessreel.

But sadly, most of the chosen ones were not capable enough that almost all attempts failed. ”

"What does this have to do with me?"

Zuo Si put on a nonchalant look.

He felt that with the attitude of these Grand Arcanists towards civilians, the destruction of the Nesserel civilization was not wronged at all.

It's no wonder that Harua, the country of mages, who is a remnant of the color, does not miss the glory of the past at all, but is more willing to maintain the current state.

For the gods in particular, occupying a large number of civilians means a lot of things, including most importantly faith and influence.

You see, most gods cannot exist apart from believers.

Even before the turbulent years, the god Io had not changed the rules of the kingdom, and the gods still needed to maintain a certain number of believers, otherwise they would be dragged into the astral plane to lie down.

The ancient sun god Amanata quickly lost his faith after the collapse of Nessreel, and eventually became a member of the army of lying corpses in the astral plane.

It's just that at that time, God's own power was not directly related to believers and influence.

So the attitude of the Grand Arcanists towards the commoners determined that most gods would not like them except for the Goddess of Magic.

But Karthas, a fool, chose the only powerful primordial magic goddess who was protecting Nessreel.

The results speak for themselves.

Later, although several floating cities survived, they quickly declined due to the complete closure of the deep demon web to mortals, and eventually became a part of the tens of thousands of years of history of Faeron.

In this respect, it is similar to the fall of the Imasca Empire.

The causes of the demise of two ancient magical civilizations can be attributed to their own muffled deaths.

Ovo obviously didn't know how low Zuo Si was about Nessreel, who he was deeply attached to, and continued to himself: "Of course it matters. If I'm not mistaken, you and Sean VII have come to an agreement to completely integrate the vast expanse of land south of Dragonfly and even Dragonspear Castle to Karlingxian to build a vast West Coast Empire, right? ”

"Hmmm! This is no secret in the eyes of many people.

One thing to correct, though, is that I'm not just targeting half of the west coast of the continent of Faerun.

It also includes areas such as Waterdeep, Neverwinter, and the Silvermoon Alliance in the north, covering more than one-fifth of the continent.

And I want not just nominal rule, but political, economic, cultural and ideological integration.

I want to show the world what a real country is.

It's not against anyone!

What I want to say is that from the moment the civilization was established in the world of Torrell to the present, whether it is the creator race, or the giants and dragons, or the elves, Nethriel, Imasca, and the Shane Empire, the countries they have established are all substandard garbage in my eyes. ”

When he said this, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with unbeatable pride and confidence.

Bang Bang -

"Awesome! It's this attitude and momentum! ”

Instead of being angry at hearing someone say that his country was rubbish, Owo clapped his hands and applauded loudly.

Because he recognized the achievements and splendor of Nessrael's magic, not the loose and independent political structure.

Especially in the final period of its demise, the internal chaos and confrontation can be said to have disappointed the fat house lich.

But soon, Owo suddenly changed the subject, smiled and said tentatively, "If I'm not mistaken, when the empire is established, you should vigorously promote magic education and train more arcane spellcasters, right?" ”

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes!" Since magic is the most powerful force that objectively exists in this world and can be used by mortals, it becomes essential to study it in depth.

My plan is to establish a magic academy in every large city, so that all gifted people can complete the most basic theoretical education as much as possible.

In addition, it will encourage magic-related creativity and invention, making arcane spellcasters a major force in the nation.

In short, it is necessary to build a powerful magical civilization that far surpasses Imasca and Nethriel.

Under my rule, the country will be brought to unprecedented heights. ”

"Very grand blueprint!

I'll admit that your ambition and vision are enough to thrill any arcane spellcaster.

If you don't mind, can you get me involved?

You know, I have a lot of ancient knowledge from the days of Nessral, and I'm willing to share it.

Don't worry, I'm not a threat to your rule.

Just hope that some of the best culture and traditions of the Nessera era will be revived. ”

Owo stated the real purpose of his trip in a very real tone.

Clearly, as one of the few Grand Arcanists whose mission was to restore the glory of Nesser, he had never desired power, let alone the creation of a nation called Nessreal.

Rather, it is to let the culture and heritage of Nesserel be reborn on the continent of Faerun.

As long as he can achieve this goal, he is willing to make any sacrifice, pay any price, and cooperate with anyone worthy of cooperation, even former enemies.

In fact, Owo does not have a good relationship with the Goddess of Magic, her church, and the elect.

He even deliberately induced some talented mages to study ways to get rid of the restrictions of the magic web, as a revenge for the second generation of magic goddesses to close the deep magic web.

At the beginning, he was actually full of contempt and disdain for the god Zuo Si, and thought that he was no different from Ilminster and others, and that they were all the way.

But as time passed, the Fat House Lich gradually discovered that Zuo Si was completely different from the other voters, and that he did not gain his status as a voter because of his beliefs or services to the gods.

Quite the opposite!

He gained the approval of the gods through his own thoughts and ideas, and the relationship between him and the gods was not a subordinate relationship at all, but a lot of cooperation on an equal footing.

Recently, he summoned the Ozarzi Titan in the bottomless abyss to directly change the course of the bloody battle, and dismounted the powerful divine power Hirikra personally promoted by the god Io, all of which proved that he had no respect for the gods at all.

This attitude, with a little contempt for the gods, made Ovo feel that Zuosi was simply the perfect inheritor of the "spiritual core of Nesserel".

That's why I left the lair of the Supreme Forest and traveled thousands of miles south to meet him.

Looking at the expectation revealed in the other party's eyes, Zuo Si touched his chin and pondered for a moment, and quickly responded, "Yes."

I have always welcomed this kind of cooperation.

However, there is one thing to note.

That is, don't instill in those young people the idea that gods are nothing more than more powerful arcanists.

Because it's wrong, and it's outrageously wrong.

God is God, a projection of spirit and faith on the outer plane, and at the same time an ultimate philosophical concept.

It is believed that the catastrophe caused by Karthas is enough to prove many things.

And God exists objectively, just like a magic web.

Denying them doesn't make the arcane caster stronger, it just makes people arrogant and paranoid.

What's more, I myself am the chosen person of the Goddess of Magic, and I don't want the mages taught by the Academy to have any conflict with the Church. ”

Hearing this, Owo immediately subconsciously frowned, pondered for a long time before asking in a deep voice: "What about the research on bypassing the restrictions of the magic net?" ”

"In this regard, my attitude is that it doesn't matter.

I believe that the goddess of magic today also has an idea of indifference.

She is not a second-generation goddess of magic, nor has she witnessed that terrible disaster, nor is she as resolute as the second-generation to close the deep magic web.

It is also the innate nature of the goddess of magic to protect and encourage the study of magic.

Whatever her original attitude was, she would gradually change her mind under the influence of the priesthood.

In addition, as a traveling mage, I have too many ways to circumvent the restrictions of the magic net and cast those powerful spells that far exceed the Nine Rings.

Legendary mages can also use legendary spells to unleash some spells from the past ten rings and eleven rings.

Therefore, the meaning of closing the deep magic web actually no longer exists. ”

Zuo Si clearly expressed his position.

To be honest, he was quite disdainful of some of the practices of the second-generation goddess of magic, Mystra.

Whether it's the one-size-fits-all closure of the deep web to mortals, or the amorous way of doing things, or the whole bunch of voters and lovers who have nothing to do, or the notorious preacher rules that create a whole bunch of weird things.

In contrast, the current third generation of the goddess of magic, Midnight, has made some jokes after she was first made a god.

But as he gained a deeper understanding of the priesthood, he began to be able to fulfill his duties.

The only problem is the residual goodness in mortality, which often makes her struggle with some magical research that tends to be evil.

After all, the master of the magic web must be neutral, and cannot mix any personal emotions and preferences, which is the same as the Grim Reaper.

So both Midnight and Cranvo forced themselves to be neutral.

"Can you circumvent the net?"

Owo's fat, bloated body abruptly stood up from the couch, a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Of course! I'm a node connecting different worlds, and I can be surrounded by spellcasting environments from other worlds. And the Brigade Mage can directly manipulate the energy to form spells. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a very simple spell to activate the stone snake man statue that was originally placed next to him, and made it twist its body and start cleaning up the garbage on the table and the ground.

There is no doubt that this spell did not pass through the magic net or even draw energy from the surrounding environment.

Owo was keenly aware of this, and immediately cast the corresponding spell to perceive the changes in the surrounding environment, and soon noticed that the air was densely stacked with several primordial energies that he had never been exposed to.

Some of them are violent and uncontrollable, while others are gentle and can be easily shaped into all sorts of spells.

It took a few minutes before he raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone, "As long as you are within a certain range of your side, you can use these magical powers from other worlds?" ”

Zuo Si replied crisply: "That's right."

Some of the coverage areas are relatively large, and can even affect a radius of hundreds or even thousands of kilometers.

That's why I said that there is no point in closing the deep web.

Even if you don't study, I'll find an appropriate time to talk to the Goddess of Magic and let her gradually open up the deep web. ”

"I see! I didn't look away this time. You're the one I've been looking for to rebuild the Nessera spirit, culture and traditions. ”

Owo's eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation.

You must know that since the collapse of the -539DR magic net caused the floating cities to fall one after another, he has been working hard to achieve this goal.

Excluding the hundreds of years that took to collect and organize knowledge and magical items in the first place, it is almost a full 1,700 years.

During this period, except for the Shane Dynasty of the Karin shirt, it barely looked like an empire, and there was no decent magical country rising on the entire continent of Faerun.

Whether it is Harua, a country of mages composed of the remnants of the Color, or the powerful Sel-robed mage, they are far from qualified in the eyes of Owo.

But now, he finally saw hope for success in the young man in front of him.

"Don't be too happy.

For the record, I'm a very controlling man, and I won't allow a loose council like the one in the days of Nessreel, centered around the Floating City.

What I want to create is a central government with unlimited power.

All institutions and organizations must be subordinated to this goal, even the mages.

If anyone wants to divide my sphere of rule, or to create a mountain independent of the system, I will destroy it without mercy. ”

Zuo Si didn't have any intention of hiding it, and showed his autocratic side of being a tyrant.

Because he is a mage himself, he knows too well the selfishness in the mage's bones, and he understands the terrible and serious consequences that can be caused if too much freedom is given to them.

Just look at the red-robed mages of Seren, who look through history and look at the policies and actions of Nessreel and Imaska, and the reasons for their demise, to see what it means to let arcane spellcasters out of control or into power.

Only Harua, the land of mages, ruled by the archmage of prophecy, is slightly better.

After all, these guys always know what will happen in advance and prepare in advance.

At first, they predicted the destruction of Nessreel, and later even the fall of the goddess of magic and the coming of the plague of magic.

As a joke, Harua's masters of prophecy predicted a plague of spells in advance, but Safras, the god of prophecy, did not.

There is still a face that calls himself the All-Seeing One, the King of Prophecy, the Third Eye......

With such a crotch pull, it is no wonder that he was blasted by Azus, the god of mages who was still a mortal, and imprisoned in a scepter.

It wasn't until he later relented and swore allegiance to Azus that he was released.

Ovo looked into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to confirm the young man's determination from it, and only after about two or three minutes did he sigh helplessly: "Alas-well, I don't have much choice, do I? But I want you to lead them as a Brigade Mage, not as Emperor. ”

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Whatever, anyway, there is no essential difference in this." Moreover, I am an immortal, so I will grow old and not die, and there is no question of succession. ”

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Ovo took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, which was already a little invisible.

"Happy working together!"

Zuo Si did not show any disgust, but also stretched out his right hand and held it tightly with the other party.

When they parted, his palms were covered in a slimy layer of unknown liquid.

Seeing this, Ovo immediately used a magic trick to clean up the slime, and exclaimed in a slightly apologetic tone: "Ah! I'm sorry, I forgot that my skin oozes some antiseptic liquid. But don't worry, they don't cause any harm or negative effects on the human body. ”

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Zuo Si obviously didn't take it to heart.

Joke!

Although he himself is a bit of a cleanliness fetish, he is also a ruthless person who can dismember corpses without changing his face, dig out his limbs, internal organs and brains completely, and then clean and soak them in embalming liquid.

During his apprenticeship, he occasionally did some suturing and vivisection.

A trivial matter like this with embalming fluid on your hands is nothing.

"In that case, I'll go back and sort out the books, scrolls, and materials first, so that I don't have to be in a hurry. Oh, by the way, do you need my help with a little trouble in the Baldur's Gate and West Hartland area? Owo asked excitedly.

"No, no, everything is under my control there."

Zuo Si politely chose to refuse.

Although he had made a pact with the Grand Arcanist of the Nethrel era, he didn't trust him much.

Trust will not be given easily, at least for a short period of time.

Because these "old people" have lived for too long, the devil knows what is going on in their hearts.

As Iolem, who ushered in the golden age of Nessreel, is now a Mind Flayer Mastermind Lich, and it is difficult to say whether he is still human;

Larocle, the king of wizards, hides under the mountains, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he is planning an astonishing ascension plan;

Even the supreme lord of the Ghost City, Tyramante Tanshur, has his own obsessions.

Therefore, Zuo Si has reason to believe that there must be some unknown secrets hidden behind Owo, but they have not been exposed for the time being.

He must develop several preparatory plans to ensure that he can counteract in time after turning his face with the other party and reduce the ensuing losses.

I have to say that as soon as the cooperation agreement was reached, he began to plan how to deal with his allies, that is, he and an old bat can do it.

Always be alert!

Never trust anyone easily!

In this regard, Zuo Si is almost to the extreme, and his mental state is obviously not healthy at all, and it is also not normal.

It's a pity that at this stage of development, it has obviously entered an advanced stage, and even the best psychiatrist can't cure it.

Not to mention treatment, the psychiatrist can be regarded as determined if he doesn't go crazy after talking to him.

After sending off the "undead" Owo, Zuosi returned directly to the exclusive room on the upper floor, and asked the tower consciousness to send a notice to his apprentice.

After a while, Sancho hurried in and asked breathlessly, "Mentor, are you looking for me?" ”

"Hmm. I think you should know that there's a group of people around Baldur's Gate asking about your whereabouts, right? ”

Zuo Si made his butt on the sofa, and while asking, he used his copying magic to transcribe the magical tattoo knowledge and techniques he had memorized in his mind into a blank notebook.

Sancho nodded vigorously: "Know! Atona has already told me. Who are they? Why are you going after me? ”

"They are the men of a powerful red-robed mage who has been banished. As for why, then ask yourself. ”

Zuo Si stared at the boy's eyes, especially his right eye.

Unfortunately, visual observation alone did not reveal anything unusual at all.

"I ...... I don't understand what you mean. ”

Sancho stood a little bewildered, apparently unaware of what had struck him.

"Think about it, if you stole something unusual during the time you fled." Zuo Si gently tapped his fingers on the desktop and reminded.

Sancho, who got the hint, immediately began to recall his miserable life in the last few months, and after about ten minutes, he suddenly screamed: "Damn! I remember!

Once, using my teleportation ability, I suddenly appeared in the ruins of a desert and wandered there for a day and a night until I came across a group of camels.

I was tired, hungry, and thirsty, and my teleportation ability had just been restored, so I lurked in the night and stole a bag.

In addition to a small amount of water and jerky, there is also a sealed metal box in the bag.

When I had eaten and drunk, I opened it and found that it was a spherical gem with swirling electric sparks, more beautiful and dazzling than any gem I had ever seen before.

I was thinking of taking it to a jewelry store in the next city and selling it.

But I don't know why, but when I took out the box again, I found that the gem was missing.

Maybe it was stolen by thieves somewhere.

Someone is probably looking for this lost gem. ”

Sancho didn't dare to hide anything, and 1510 told everything he had done.

Although he has an extreme personality, rebelliousness, and a full disregard for life, he also knows that the mentors in front of him are very few "good people" who have no malice and are willing to teach and protect themselves.

"The gem is gone?"

Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and a thoughtful expression appeared.

"That's right! It's gone! I swear when I went to the jewelry store and saw the gems in the box. But when I arrived at the jewelry store and opened the box, I found that it was empty. Sancho assured.

"Come here! Come closer! ”

Zuo Sichong hooked his finger at the boy, making it clear that he didn't quite believe in this statement.

Or rather, he felt that the boy had no idea what was happening to him, just as he had been ignorant of the divine power and divinity that belonged to Baal in his body.

Sancho took a deep breath and walked cautiously to him, with a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

From his mentor's reaction, he could already tell that the gem was definitely not an ordinary commodity, but very precious, rare, and possibly fatal.

However, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about calming the boy's emotions at this time, pinching his cheek and continuously releasing various detection and contact magic spells.

But unfortunately, all the spells did not respond in the slightest.

In desperation, Zuo Si could only try to use the power of the silver fire.

As a result, the silver fire had just been released, and Sancho's right eye instantly released a dazzling brilliance.

Then the whole eyeball disappeared out of thin air!

In its place is a deep, dark extradimensional space flickering with storms, flames, and sparks of thunder.

The destructive power that swooped in his face was endless, as if it wanted to swallow everything around him.

Could this be what is hidden under the blindfold of the incarnation of Talos, the god of storms?

A Vision of God!

No!

Call it the Eye of Destruction or the Eye of the Storm!

Zuo Si's face became extremely serious.

"Guide...... Mentor, what's wrong with my eyes? ”

Sancho also sensed that something was wrong, and his whole body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"You've really gotten into big trouble this time. Don't move! I'll help you get it out! ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si began to try to wrap the other-dimensional space in this eye socket with silver fire.

But when the silver fire in the depths of the magic web collided with the divine power of Talos, a terrifying burst of lightning and flames instantly erupted and swept the entire room.

Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The terrifying destructive power that could not be described in words tore apart the temporary blessed magical protection almost instantly.

If it weren't for Zuo Si's quick reaction and pulling the boy to hide behind another protective magic, otherwise with Sancho's small body, he would not even be able to leave the residue in a minute.

When the storm was over, he tried again to use the divine power of other attributes, even the energy given by the Hell Plane, as a medium.

After several twists and turns, this extradimensional space in the eye socket was finally taken out.

As expected, it was an object that took on the shape and size of an eyeball, but it was not a physical object, but was made entirely of divine power and a violent unknown energy.

As soon as it comes into contact with anything outside but air, it erupts with a deafening sound and erupts flames and thunder and lightning.

If its destructive power were fully unleashed, it would envelop the entire Ascalra along with Am, forming a devastating belt of storms and volcanoes.

There is no doubt that this is 100% something that belongs to the storm god Talos, and it is also the most crucial item for Visharon to be canonized.

"Well, I now know what the so-called gods are all about."

Zuo Si carefully muttered to himself the Eye of Destruction that was fiddling with his hand.

The reason why Visharon was able to become the god of the lich was, to put it bluntly, to transform the divine power of this eye of destruction, and then become a demigod with weak divine power with the help of Talos, the god of storms.

Essentially indistinguishable from those who have risen from mortals to demigods with the help of the Lord God.

However, Zuo Si was curious about how this eye of the storm came to be, and why it was placed in the desert ruins of the Purple Dust Plains.

Could it be that in ancient times, Talos fought with other gods, and as a result, the incarnation was blown up and accidentally left behind?

Or did he suddenly go crazy and dig himself out and throw it inside to see what mortals would do if they found it?

But soon, Zuo Si expelled these messy thoughts from his mind.

Because Talos, the god of storms, is a typical chaotic evil.

And the biggest feature of chaos and evil is that there is no rigorous plan and logic at all.

Trying to figure out what they're thinking is purely unpleasant.

In the battle of the queen spider, the dark girl Elise Cui is too rational, always trying to predict the behavior of her mother Rose based on the information at hand, and is defeated in the end.

In Zuo Si's view, there are two ways to deal with the chaotic camp.

One is to confront the devil head-on with extreme order and evil, and the other is even more chaotic than the chaos of the other party.

Once Sancho had ascertained the mystery hidden in his eyes, he quickly used magic and magic to create an eye with magical effects as a substitute and stuffed it into an empty eye socket.

Because the boy's lost eyeball has become one with the Eye of Destruction, no amount of spell or regeneration can restore it to its original form, not even wishing.

But fortunately, Sancho didn't care, and was glad to have gotten rid of such an extremely dangerous thing.

He had seen firsthand what a terrifying storm of destruction it could unleash.

If you accidentally trigger it one day, the consequences are unimaginable.

As for what Zuo Si would do with this eye, the boy didn't care at all, let alone hope to control the terrible storm......

(End of chapter)